"Explode!" Orion shouted in rage as a massive burst of flaming energy erged from her wings, sending Amara flying away and setting the room on fire.
That was a very Bloodline Ability from the angelic woman, allowing her to unleash a massive amount of fiery energy in a fraction of a second. It was clear that even if she was a Mage, Orion was not soone who would be helpless in a close-range fight.
The Royal Guard felt her internal organs trembling from the burst, and had it not been for the armor enhancing her defenses, the damage would have been much worse. Summoning every ounce of her agility, she twisted mid-air, her muscles coiling like springs, and landed with cat-like grace against the wall, her legs absorbing the brunt of the collision.
Despite her successful landing, Amara knew she was far from safe. Her eyes locked onto Orion, who now channeled all her fiery energy into a massive sphere of white flas above her head. The raw power of the spell was palpable, its heat distorting the air around it.
"Die, cockroach!" Orion’s scream was a mixture of rage and madness as she hurled the sphere of white flas toward Amara, disregarding the devastating consequences of such an explosion in the confined space.
Amara’s heart pounded, but her composure never wavered. She calculated her move with precision, using the montum from her landing to propel herself sideways, narrowly evading the direct hit of the fiery sphere. The sphere exploded with a deafening roar, its shockwave engulfing the room in an inferno!
"BOOOOOMMMMM!"
The massive explosion shook the entire Strong Hamr Military Base. Flas consud the penthouse, and the sound of shattering glass and crumbling walls filled the air. Outside, soldiers and angels alike paused, their eyes widening in horror and awe at the sheer destructive force unleashed by the white flas.
The angels’ shock and awe only increased as they saw how a figure propelled itself away from the penthouse and fell to the ground.
Those with greater eyesight saw that the figure belonged to a woman in dark leather armor, who erged from the blaze that engulfed the penthouse, surrounded by a dark energy barrier that kept the flas away!
Amara’s eyes were sharp as she fell from the sky. The penthouse was over sixty ters from the ground, but there was no fear in her eyes as she extended her arms, allowing a thin mbrane to erge. This enabled her to glide with the air, reducing her falling speed.
Even with the danger of the situation, a small smile appeared on the Royal Guard’s face as she perceived the power of her armor.
The na of the Rank 2 Alchemy Artifact was Shadowbane Leather Armor. Crafted by Jormungandr from rare demonic components and explicitly designed for Amara, this leather armor offered exceptional abilities. Still, the mightiest of all was the Dark Energy Barrier, capable of resisting the full power of a Champion Spell!
There was no more dangerous ti for an assassin than right after making her move, which was why Vlad and Jormungandr chose this armor for the Royal Guard, as it would give her a chance to escape even when facing soone as powerful as Orion.
Thanks to the Shadowbane Leather Armor’s aerial components, Amara was able to land safely on the ground just as the Dark Energy Barrier shattered. It was a powerful defensive ability but could only be used once, and now the young woman would have to rely on her own skills to escape.
Amara took a final potion from her space ring, which was a small vial with black liquid. The potion’s na was Demonic Combustion, and it greatly enhanced her body and energy pool for a short amount of ti. However, once the effect was gone, it would be lucky if she could continue walking.
Determination appeared in the young woman’s eyes as she downed the potion, her strength bursting before pushing her Runic Set and Force skill to the limit.
Back in the penthouse, the massive angelic guard stood in the center. The white flas had significantly hard him, but he stood resolute as his wings moved, revealing Orion’s figure. Thanks to the tallic wings covering her figure, there were no burn wounds on her body.
The massive angel guardian had flashed toward Orion as soon as he detected Amara’s presence. The man failed to reach her before the Royal Guard’s dagger fell, but he was able to use his wings to cover Orion from the explosion of flas.
The white fla explosion had damaged his wings greatly, but Orion’s face had no gratitude as she glanced at the man, only coldness.
Orion did not care that the man protected her from the flas, as she blad him for failing to stop the assassin. However, she did not waste ti punishing the angel as there were more important things to do.
Her only eye moved around the room, searching for Amara’s corpse, but the only thing she saw was General Omar’s charred body. The old general was no longer useful to Orion, so she did not care that her attack killed him.
Imdiately, Orion looked outside the building and managed to catch a glimpse of Amara’s figure just as she headed toward the exit of the Strong Hamr Military Base. Pure hatred erged in her heart as she saw Amara vanish, but then a flash of horrible pain assaulted her, and she could not help but fall to her knees while placing her hand on the cut on her face.
Confusion appeared on Orion’s face as she felt a strange force on the wound, and the next second, terror assaulted her as she realized the nature of the strange power, "Cursed energy!"
A curse would make any wound extrely dangerous and slowly weaken her, but the worst part for Orion was that it would also hinder any form of healing, aning she would be left with a horrible scar.
The idea of a scar in the middle of her gorgeous face terrified Orion, and she turned toward the man with panic. "Kor, find the woman and bring the cursed weapon. If you fail, I have no use for you!"
Fear appeared in Kor’s eyes as he knew what those words entailed. He imdiately took a white gem from his space ring and shouted, "An assassin! She is heading for the exit! No matter what, do not let her escape!"
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Amara was moving as fast as she could, and the wall to the exit had already appeared in her line of sight when suddenly she saw how dozens of potent auras and perceptions flooded the area. The radiant crystal burst with energy, covering the area with light.
The Royal Guard knew that if she kept moving forward, it would be impossible to fully hide her presence, and she would have to face many enemies, but not even for a second did she diminish her montum, flashing with even greater speed.
Amara’s senses sharpened as the energy from the radiant crystal surged, illuminating the area and exposing her position. She adjusted her path slightly, utilizing the shadows cast by the bright light to her advantage. With a swift motion, she made her shadowy Force explode, creating a dense cloud that obscured the vision of the human soldiers and angels rushing toward her.
Energy beams shot through the smoke, their searing heat cutting through the air, but Amara’s agility was unmatched. She twisted and turned, her movents fluid and precise, narrowly dodging each beam with a combination of natural skill and the enhancents provided by the Demonic Combustion potion. Her body moved like a shadow, elusive and uncatchable.
Amara spotted an angel soldier in her path, his wings outstretched and a sword covered in energy in his hand. Without breaking her stride, she drew a throwing knife from her space ring and flicked her wrist. The blade flew true, embedding itself in the angel’s throat, causing him to stagger and collapse. Before his body hit the ground, she was already past him, her eyes locked on the wall ahead.
Two more angels descended from above, their spears aid at her. Amara spun on her heel, her daggers flashing in the dim light. She parried the first spear thrust and sidestepped the second, her movents a deadly dance of precision and grace. Her daggers found their marks, slicing through armor and flesh with ease. The angels fell, their lifeless bodies crumpling to the ground as Amara continued her relentless advance.
She reached the wall and leaped, her enhanced strength propelling her upward. As she scaled the wall, she felt the strain from the potion beginning to take its toll, her muscles burning and her energy waning. But she couldn’t afford to slow down. She reached the wall’s edge and glanced back, seeing more soldiers and angels converging on her position.
Amara launched herself over the wall with a final burst of speed, jumping over seven ters, and landing gracefully on the other side.
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